Breaking Daddy's Rules

RAINE'S POV

"Oh, yes." I groaned softly as my boy toy for the week licked the spot just above my neck. Seeing my reaction, he didn't stop and nibbled the skin there until my entire body tingled from the sensation.

"Can we take this inside? It's getting a little cold out here..." the boy murmured and tugged my already-soaked hair.

I pushed at him softly, creating some distance between us and looked around.

There was no sign of Cyril since we got here, and maybe we could make it to my room without running into my cockblocking stepfather.

But no, I wouldn't.

Instead, I lift myself up so that my elbows are resting on the pool's edge and holding my body up. "Are you going to give the orgasm I'm paying you for or whine like a princess?"

If anything, I was the princess here and I rolled my eyes as his face flushed red. I can't recall what his name was again. Was it Jake or was it Lake?

My words seemed to have had their effect as Lake closed the gap between us and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I was only getting worried about you, Princess."

"Now, let me give you everything you need," he whispered in an attempt to sound sexier. His voice is nothing like Cyril's voice when he's angry at me or his voice when...

Lake's lips fell on my breasts against my bikini top just as I caught movement from the corner of my eyes.

I watched, almost transfixed as Cyril entered the greenhouse and took off his suit.

Some years ago, probably when he was still able to play the college boyfriend role, Cyril used to have sleeper muscles, the type that didn't show until the clothes were off.

Now, at thirty-two, there's no hiding the muscles threatening to pop out of my stepfather's shirt, and I let out a small moan while pretending it's Jake's doing a good job.

His hand slipped beneath my panties just as Cyril grabbed a small jar and started using his fingers to loosen the soil. It doesn't make sense but somehow, the fingers in the soil become the same ones slipping into my fold, and heat pooled quickly in my center.

"Yess, just like that, Lake!" I whispered, determined to keep it quiet. I needed this orgasm, and somewhere between knowing that if Cyril looked up and checked the pool area, he would see me getting fingered by Lake made me even hotter.

I closed my eyes, threw my head back and allowed myself to focus on the quick but sloppy movements that Lake was making between my folds.

Yet, just before I could get my orgasm, his fingers are out of me and all I hear is a loud splash before I'm being dragged out of the pool.

"What the hell, Raine?" Cyril's green eyes were dark with anger as he dropped me into one of the pool chairs with my body still tight from the unreleased orgasm.

"You are back early..." I managed to mutter, and from the corner of my eye, Lake had grabbed his clothes and made a dash for it.

"Just in case you have forgotten, this is my estate, and I certainly don't need to present my schedule to you, Raine."

I have always loved the way he called my name. Almost like he was the only person who knew which syllable to stress.

Or maybe it was just that magnetic voice that the whole world loved so much.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I also don't need to get your permission before I can bring my boyfriend here.. I'm already..."

"Boyfriend?" He scoffed, his eyes filled with a little mockery that quickly riled me up.

"That's the third one this week."

I stood up. Not minding that the man is a foot taller than I am. I had to admit, aside from the fact that I enjoyed playing wild, I loved arguing with Cyril. It gave me a high that made my entire body tingle all over.

Like the shivers I was feeling right now.

"I could have one every hour if I wanted, Cyril. You are just my guardian on paper. Don't act like you are my father."

Cyril took a deep breath, and I quickly noticed how the green in his eyes was back to shining. He's not as angry anymore.

Somehow, that left me feeling disappointed.

The last time he saw me kissing a boy, he had flipped the entire place off. Why was he being calm about all of this?

"That's the most important part, Princess."

"You either get your act together or I'll have you shipped off to a private degree the next second you act out of line."

I watched, my rage burning as Cyril tucked his hands into his suit pants and then turned to walk away.

Ship me off to some private degree? Did he think I was still the same eighteen year old that couldn't fight back?

I scoffed deliberately, making sure that he heard me before I spoke. "If that's how you want to play it, then I wouldn't mind letting the world know your secret."

Two could play this game, and I sure as hell didn't grow up having more stepfathers than best friends to let Cyril walk all over me.

He turned around. This time, I could tell he was intrigued with his raised brows and the corners of his lips that were arched at the sides.

"What secret is that?"

I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on.

"The whole world might not know, but I can imagine the chaos all of your fans would feel when they find out their A-lister heartthrob is gay."

Author's Note:

Hi there! Raine Mercer is going to make you scream on some days and cry for her on some days but I promise that she's a sweetheart. A lost one. But still a sweetheart.

Can't wait for you to meet her! XoXo.

RAINE'S POV.

First, time is frozen, and then just as I'm about to snap at him, Cyril threw his head back and laughed.

The sound is beautiful and entrancing, and it reminds me of a scene in his first movie. I replayed that movie more than ten times when I was fifteen.

"I'm gay?" His words held back a scoff, but the amusement in those eyes was glaring back at me.

I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. "Don't think I don't notice things."

"From when you and my mother got married, you have slept in separate bedrooms until she went missing, and since then, there has not been one lady in this house apart from me. Besides..." I paused, not sure if I wanted to let him know how much I knew.

Cyril didn't give me the chance to continue as he took two steps forward, and his lips parted open.

"Not everyone is a teenager with raging hormones that they can't keep under control, Raine. But I'm sure Google can give you a breakdown of my past relationships."

I don't bother to hide my scoff. "Oh, Google? I'm sure they would mention that you are currently married to Indie, but surely they don't know that she's been away from this house for four years, right?"

Since my mother married Cyril, not only was their marriage sudden, but three months after making him my legal guardian, I came back from school to find my mom gone.

No message, no calls. Just a note telling me she would be back once she's changed, and Cyril would take care of me.

I was sixteen then, and in the last four years, my mom was on a mission to beat Jimmy Hoffer's record.

"You won't go to college, you won't take internships, and now you come up with conspiracy theories?"

I chuckled. Aside from spending two years in a boarding school, I have spent the last two years arguing with Cyril, and I knew he wasn't going to win this time.

"Last I checked, you don't need a degree to be a millionaire. You just need to have this..." I made a dramatic show of waving my hand around his face.

With sharp green eyes and a perfectly chiseled face, Cyril made history even before he was twenty-five. He had also stayed on the top list of the most handsome men for more than ten years.

Yet, when he was 27, Cyril married my mother, who was ten years older than him. Ten fucking years.

Did they think the whole world was blind?

"Besides.." I started and then gave him a cheesy grin. If he found me funny, his face didn't give it away, but I like that I have his attention.

I loved having his attention.

"My mom isn't into women, Cyril. There's no way you both got married for some silly love story."

His hands were still in his pockets as he closed the gap between us. Standing before me, I can feel those familiar shivers rushing through my body.

God, I hated the control this man had on me.

Then, without any warning, he uses his right finger to hold my chin up so that I have no choice but to stare into his eyes.

"That's all you could come up with, huh? That I'm gay?"

I swallowed.

He's too close. Closer than all his TikTok edits that I always watched before going to bed. Closer than the distance my brain could handle, but I still managed to reply.

"Yes. There's no need to hide it from me."

Okay, fine. My mom wasn't even into women. But that was the only explanation that made sense. Since I was smart enough to tell right from wrong, I knew that men with power liked to take. They liked to take what girls like me didn't want to give.

Cyril was not like that.

That in itself was hard to believe. But staying celibate for four years was even more impossible.

My stepfather was gay, and I was going to use this knowledge to my advantage.

"Did your 'little boyfriend' even make you cum?"

It took me a second to process his words, and when I did, I pushed back at him and shot him a sharp glare.

"That's none of your business," I snapped back at him.

"Unless you are interested in him, of course."

Cyril chuckled, and the sound sent shivers down my spine. I can still feel some of the heat from before, and with the way he's staring at me, I can't help but squirm a little.

"That's a no, then." He declared. "Thirty minutes and the puppy couldn't get you to orgasm?"

Embarrassment settled deep in my chest. He'd been watching. And the thought that he must have been watching before he entered the greenhouse made me even hotter.

"I-"

"Pathetic." Cyril scoffed, stepping even closer until his hard chest brushed against mine. "I'd have you screaming in half the time."

I gasped, and my body shivered as his fingers trailed up to my jaw, grazing it so lightly that I sucked in a sharp breath.

"This is what you wanted, right?" His voice was different from the one on-screen now. Now, it was dark and controlled. "Parading around my house in these bikinis?"

I shivered, heat spreading through me. I should have said something. But the way he was looking at me made my throat clamp up.

My body felt too hot, my skin too tight. I wanted to move. I wanted to tell him to stop.

But I couldn't. A part of me had secretly hoped this would happen for so many years. Now that it was happening. Now that I had pushed Cyril enough, I couldn't stop him.

"I think you like it," He mumbled, his breath hot against my ear.

"Knowing I'm watching. Knowing exactly what you do to me."

RAINE'S POV.

Despite suspecting that Cyril was gay for the last few months, a part of me had wanted this reaction for too long.

His hand slipped lower, past my belly, under the band of my bikini bottoms.

My breath hitched. "Cyril..."

My nails dug into his shoulder as a single finger slid between my folds, and my body trembled.

His lips were against my ear now. "Your pussy is just like you. Needy and naughty."

Heat rushed through me, and I could feel more liquid gushing out through my pussy.

Shamelessly, I wrapped my fingers around Cyril's strong arms for support as his fingers pushed past my walls.

Cyril's fingers traced slow, torturous circles around my clit. His gaze locked on me as if he were watching for something. Then, with a slight shift, he pressed down.

A raw moan slipped from my throat before I could stop it. "Fuck!"

His smirk deepened. "So sensitive."

I bit down on my lip, my breath ragged. His fingers moved again-circling, rubbing, pulling me deeper into a warmth that pulsed beneath my skin. And then, without warning, he slips another finger inside me.

A sharp gasp broke out of me as my walls clenched around him, my back arching.

Cyril exhaled, his satisfaction evident in the way his grip firmed. "Definitely a little needy girl."

I choked on a moan as he added another finger and increased his speed.

"Oh my god!" My body clenched as the heat built inside my lower belly and spread really fast to every inch of my body.

"So tight." He murmured. "So fucking wet."

I couldn't speak... I couldn't think. My thighs were shaking, and my breath came out in short gasps.

"Is this what you wanted from him?" Cyril asked as he pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed.

A sharp cry fell from my lips, but he didn't stop. He fucked me faster, his fingers stroking deep, his thumb circling my sensitive bud again and again.

I was a mess already, and his fingers made wet noises against my soaked pussy. The pressure in my stomach coiled tighter, each stroke sending another tremor through me. My toes curled, my nails raking against his chest.

Then, all at once, it hit. A blinding wave of pleasure crashed over me. My legs shook violently as the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, my walls clenching against his fingers.

Cyril didn't stop moving. He kept stroking, dragging it out, prolonging the sensation until I was a trembling, whimpering mess against him. Then, finally, he pulled away.

I managed to steady myself, my back pressing against the wall as my breath came in uneven gasps. My body still vibrated, but Cyril remained completely composed. He straightened himself with ease.

"Don't think I'm always going to indulge you." his voice is stern and when I managed to catch my breath and look up at him, I see that his forehead is creased with a frown.

"For as long as you are in my estate, under my care, it's my rules, Raine."

I should have some silly comeback for him. I had played this game well enough. Yet, staring at his fingers that were still coated with my juices, I have zero comebacks.

His lips curled slightly, and I was certain he was satisfied. Yet, just as he walked some distance, Cyril stopped and turned slightly.

"Also, you can't leave the estate or have any guests over in the next forty-eight hours. You can use all that time to look through the college brochures I prepared for you."

Wait... what?

For a second, I'm frozen in time, and all I can do is stare as Cyril made his way back into the main house.

Cocky bastard.

If he thought that giving me one orgasm was all it needed for him to lord over me, then I was going to remind him

I grabbed my phone and stormed back into the main house. In the last year, I had tried to stay off the tabloids as much as I could.

I was twenty now and being a reckless child star was no longer cute. Besides, having Cyril's name dragged into any of my scandals made me a little uncomfortable.

At thirty-one, Cyril's legacy was set in stone, and I always disliked those comments that used me as a way of hurting him.

He wasn't even my father. He just had to deal with taking care of me because I had a mother that couldn't.

So yes, I didn't like the idea of doing this, but if it was going to teach Cyril a lesson after the way I came apart for him, then this was the only way.

Besides, he had a fantastic PR team. I'm sure they could handle this.

The moment I was in my room, I packed up the design book and pencils I had left on my bed and started typing on my Instagram story.

'Be the first husband of Raine Mercer. Must meet these requirements: no fear of commitment, must be able to handle a woman like me, must tolerate my unpredictability. Applications close at midnight.'

I can't help but giggle as I imagine Cyril's expression once he saw my post. I read it over one last time before hitting the send button.

After staring at my phone's screen for about five minutes, I pushed it aside and grabbed my design book. I had to get these designs to my team before the week ended, so maybe Cyril's ban was going to do some good.

Designing was my first love. Even before my crush on Cyril. Even before I knew how messed up the world I had to grow up in was, designing was the first thing that made sense to me.

Just as I added finishing dresses to the first dress, my door slammed open and Cyril's gloomy figure stormed into my room.

His eyes are narrowed into slits and I can tell that he already ran his hands through his hair more than once before he made his way here.

The satisfaction I feel from seeing how affected Cyril was should be illegal.

"Take it down."

I tilted my head and blinked twice, "Take what down?"

His jaw clenched slightly as he gave me a stern glare. "The post, Raine."

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "That's my account, I can post whatever I want."

His lips pressed into a thin line. "You're not getting married."

I raised my brow. "Oh? And why not? I'm legal. If I want to leave your house and start a life with someone else, I can."

Cyril's face darkened, and he ran his left hand through his loose curls.

"You can't." He finally said.

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do," I said, clenching my teeth.

"Legally, you're just my guardian until I turn twenty-one. You have no say over my choices."

I saw something flash in his eyes as he stepped even closer, and I gulped as he leaned down.

"I'm not your guardian, Raine." His voice is low and controlled, and his next words hit me like a gunshot.

"I own you."

The smile on my face disappeared as I searched Cyril's face for a smirk or a teasing smile.

Yet, even as he straightened up and took two steps back, his expression remained serious.

"What?" My voice was barely a whisper. "What did you just say?"

"I own you, Raine." He repeated the same words like they were nothing.

"Indie sold you to me."

Author's Note:

If you ever wondered what rules we would be breaking, there you have it! ^-^

What do you think, is Cyril just really good at poker face, or is he telling the truth?